[Lavinia's Pov]
Today… it's the last day at Nivale.
I didn't have much fun, and yet—I enjoyed it. It's weird. Like when you eat something bland and then suddenly bite into a surprise raisin.
But now… these two…
WHY THE HELL ARE THEY CLINGING TO ME LIKE GUM?!
"Lavi, let me fix your braid," Soren says for the fifth time, brushing my hair like I'm Rapunzel preparing for a royal ball. We're not even going anywhere! We're just standing in the middle of the courtyard like decorative plants!
"And here, your scarf was slipping," Lysandre says gently, tucking it around my neck like I'm a fragile Victorian child about to get consumption.
Meanwhile, Nanny and Marella are chuckling behind me.
Traitors. Absolute betrayal.
"Brothers," I deadpan, standing as still as possible so they'll stop fussing, "I'm five, not five minutes from dying."
